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[Feb 3] [X 1999] Lilies and orchids
Title: Lilies and orchids
Day/Theme: 3 - Blossom to blossom to dusty blossom
Series: X 1999
Character/Pairing: Setsuka/Seishirou
Rating: PG-13
“You have never asked me about your father”, Setsuka said suddenly, as she shortened the stalk of the white lily; the cut piece fell onto the tatami with a dull sound.
Seishirou looked up from his homework.
“I've never had any interest in him”, he replied and turned the pen between his fingers. Setsuka smiled.
“I see”.
She proceeded with the ikebana. But Seishirou did not return to doing his homework. Instead, he gazed at his mother, gazed at how her small, delicate hands reached for the lilies and orchids, how they cut them to her liking. He looked at how her slender wrist appeared from under the sleeve of her kimono every time she reached for the container, in which she put the flowers. He looked at the pale shadows her knuckles casted on her skin. The red orchids looked beautiful in her white hands.
As Seishirou glanced at her face, he noticed that his mother still smiled. A few strands of her black hair fell into her face when she tilted her head to take a better look at her flower arrangement. Even now she looked graceful.
“I like it when you look at me, Seishirou”, she said quietly.
“Really? Why?” he asked and put down his pen.
“Because it means that you are giving attention to me”, she explained and giggled, “It is a nice feeling if the person you love pays attention to you”.
“It is?”
“Yes”, she tilted her head further, her hair covered her face, but Seishirou could still hear her smile in her voice.
Setsuka bent forward to chop off some of the orchid blossoms, for symmetry's sake. Then she looked at Seishirou and reached out for him with her small, white hands.
“Come to me, Seishirou”, she said and her voice was soft, “come to me and kiss me”.
“Yes, Mother”, Seishirou replied and stood up, took her hands in his and lied down next to her.
Only afterwards, Seishirou noticed that he had crushed some of the orchid blossoms under his hand and he apologized. Setsuka just smiled and kissed him one more time.
Day/Theme: 3 - Blossom to blossom to dusty blossom
Series: X 1999
Character/Pairing: Setsuka/Seishirou
Rating: PG-13
“You have never asked me about your father”, Setsuka said suddenly, as she shortened the stalk of the white lily; the cut piece fell onto the tatami with a dull sound.
Seishirou looked up from his homework.
“I've never had any interest in him”, he replied and turned the pen between his fingers. Setsuka smiled.
“I see”.
She proceeded with the ikebana. But Seishirou did not return to doing his homework. Instead, he gazed at his mother, gazed at how her small, delicate hands reached for the lilies and orchids, how they cut them to her liking. He looked at how her slender wrist appeared from under the sleeve of her kimono every time she reached for the container, in which she put the flowers. He looked at the pale shadows her knuckles casted on her skin. The red orchids looked beautiful in her white hands.
As Seishirou glanced at her face, he noticed that his mother still smiled. A few strands of her black hair fell into her face when she tilted her head to take a better look at her flower arrangement. Even now she looked graceful.
“I like it when you look at me, Seishirou”, she said quietly.
“Really? Why?” he asked and put down his pen.
“Because it means that you are giving attention to me”, she explained and giggled, “It is a nice feeling if the person you love pays attention to you”.
“It is?”
“Yes”, she tilted her head further, her hair covered her face, but Seishirou could still hear her smile in her voice.
Setsuka bent forward to chop off some of the orchid blossoms, for symmetry's sake. Then she looked at Seishirou and reached out for him with her small, white hands.
“Come to me, Seishirou”, she said and her voice was soft, “come to me and kiss me”.
“Yes, Mother”, Seishirou replied and stood up, took her hands in his and lied down next to her.
Only afterwards, Seishirou noticed that he had crushed some of the orchid blossoms under his hand and he apologized. Setsuka just smiled and kissed him one more time.